Yoga Class

I'm a yoga dabbler. I took a class about six years ago, bought some DVDs and have maintained a mostly sporadic practice.

The cool thing I've learned from yoga--besides to touch my toes--is how to create a sense of quiet on the inside. When you give your body a set of tasks to accomplish that requires some concentration, it pushes the litany of mental chatter out of the way.

This time last year, I was pretty actively pursuing the meditation part of yoga through the Christian practice of contemplative prayer. But life sort of got in the way, and I lost the discipline.

One of my goals for 2008 is to develop a consistent practice. In anticipation of that, tonight I went to the yoga class at the gym. In my mind, I thought it would be soothing music and flowing vinyasas. But, this is the gym. It was really, REALLY hard.

So, tonight, before bed, I'll be popping advil. Namaste.

1 comment

CrossPointeDave said...

I read something interesting this week related to your closing word, Namaste. It was from Jim Palmer's latest book, Wide Open Spaces: Beyond Paint-by-Number Christianity. If I recall correctly, not only is namaste used as a greeting and farewell, it also means, "I recognize the image of God in you as you recognize the image of God in me" or something along those lines. I will look it back up and let you know. I think that's a cool thing.

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